Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.